Joss Whedon Quotes

Flowers grow out of dark moments.

Where flowers bloom so does hope.

Who needs the sun, when the rain is so full of life?

Sorrows are gardeners: they plant flowers along waste places, and teach vines to cover barren heaps.

Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.

Sweet April showers do spring May flowers.

There is something beautiful about all scars of whatever nature. A scar means the hurt is over, the wound is closed and healed, done with.

I think optimism springs from nature. I'm a gardener. Nature has taught me about rhythm, the essence of every art. With so much that is terrible, nature gives me pleasure.

Sometimes when really terrible things happen, something beautiful emerges out of it.

You can grow flowers from where dirt use to be.

Nature doth thus kindly heal every wound. By the mediation of a thousand little mosses and fungi, the most unsightly objects become radiant of beauty. There seem to be two sides of this world, presented us at different times, as we see things in growth or dissolution, in life or death. And seen with the eye of the poet, as God sees them, all things are alive and beautiful.

Remember that every drop of rain that falls bears into the bosom of the earth a quality of beautiful fertility.

Adversity is like the period of the rain. . . cold, comfortless, unfriendly to people and to animals; yet from that season have their birth the flower, the fruit, the date, the rose and the pomegranate.

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a butterfly.

You could cover the whole earth with asphalt, but sooner or later green grass would break through.

The sun shineth upon the dunghill, and is not corrupted.

I think that water is immediately interesting. It's just, as an element, it is full of life. It is associated with origin; it is bright - it reflects you.

Suffering is traumatic and awful and we get angry and we shake our fists at the heavens and we vent and rage and weep. But in the process we discover a new tomorrow, one we never would have imagined otherwise.

I actually think sadness and darkness can be very beautiful and healing.

There is a grace of life which is still yours, my dear Europe.

Recovery begins from the darkest moment.

The lotus comes from the murkiest water but grows into the purest thing.

The earth is rocky and full of roots; it's clay, and it seems doomed and polluted, but you dig little holes for the ugly shriveled bulbs, throw in a handful of poppy seeds, and cover it all over, and you know you'll never see it again - it's death and clay and shrivel, and your hands are nicked from the rocks, your nails black with soil.